If I asked you...
If I asked you for you hand, would you laugh or would you cry? Cause I love to see you laugh and I'd hate to be the reason you cried. But all I want is to be by your side. To Live, to laugh, to love, and maybe grow old. To show you that this world isn't so cold---as it as been to you, to show that dreams can come true....so, If I asked you for your hand would you laugh or would you cry? Cause I love to see you laugh and I'd hate to be the reason you cried. But all I want is to be by your side. But I'm so fucking conflicted with everything that I see, wondering to myself if we could ever be. Cause I've seen the way you look at him and it sure ain't the way you look at me. I don't want this to end up like all of my other stories, that end with only pain and despair, cause I could hold my whole world in my hand if only I could run my fingers through your hair. So...If I asked you for you hand, would you laugh or would you cry? Cause I love to see you laugh and I'd hate to be the reason you cried. But all I want is to be by your side. So do I give up now or just keep pushin? I've fallen so hard will you be my cushion. To break my fall, to ease my pain...Or will I hit the ground, with only the rain---to wash away this blood from my broken heart. Its this kinda thing that makes me not wanna start. But I know I have to run this race, cause your worth every second..I know that I must run this race, cause even from the bottom of a bottle...I still can see your face.
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